Part I
    Run down a street
  Where the glass shows
  That summer has gone
  Age, in the doorways
  Resenting the pace of the dawn.
  All of them standing in line
  All of them waiting for time.
  >From time, the great healer,
  The machine-Messiah
  Is born.
    Cables that carry the life
  To the cities we build
  Threads that link diamonds of life
  To the satanic mills
  Ah, to see in every way
  That we feel it every
  Day, and know that
  Maybe we'll change
  Offered the chance
  To finally unlearn our lessons
  And alter our stance.
    Part II
    Friends make their way into systems of chance
  (reply- friends make their way of escape into systems of chance)
  Escape to freedom I need to be there
  Waiting and watching, the tables are turning
  I'm waiting and watching
  I need to be there.
    I care to see them walk away
  And, to be there when they say
  They will return.
    Machine, Messiah
  The mindless
  Search for a higher
  Controller
  Take me to the fire
  And hold me
  Show me the strength of your
  Singular eye.
    Part III
    History dictating symptoms of ruling romance
  Claws at the shores of the water upon which we dance
  All of us standing in line
  All of us waiting for time
  To feel it, all the way
  And to be there when they
  Say they know that
  Maybe we'll change
  Offered the chance
  To finally unlearn our lessons
  And alter our stance.
    Machine, machine Messiah.
  Take me into the fire
    Hold me, machine Messiah
  And show me
  The strength of your singular eye.